"It was the last victim--the elf information seller," says Papolstaanas, yawning again. "I mean, the elf who sold information, not, you know, a seller of information about elves. Although I guess he would have sold information about elves if he were paid, wouldn't he? Unless there's some sort of special secret about elves that even an elf professional wouldn't, um--" he looks around vaguely at the expressions of the others. "Anyway, it was only a little house and the front was locked, but Tristan found a secret entrance at the back. It was kind of a mess. But with soup, not blood. And that little card was on the floor, I think. Tristan found it."